That's Who I Am Novels & Stories

" Are you for real? " " Yeah " I don't say the part where I am never trusting him again and he's smiling like an idiot.

"your book nerd side is showing" after that, he got smacked in the head

" I remembered saying those exact words to someone. The those words rang in my head, who did I say those words to. Flash back "it not you it's me , I'm sorr-" I wasn't able to finished the statement with the hard slap slammed to my jaw surly breaking it. The apology flowers i held in my hands fell to the ground. Veronica crushed the flowers angry with her foot her gaze locked to mine angrily glaring at me. Her blue eyes shone with hate. You will pay Noah Williams.. that's a promise." She finishes and left taking along my heart i never knew from these day belongs to her now.

TWO WEEKS LATER Stella was finally discharged from the hospital and she couldn't tell how happy she was from leaving the devil's cage. For her going to the hospital is more or less like entering the devil's cage. David wasn't able to pick her up because he was busy with some clients who needed his attention. At first didn't want to go but Stella pleaded with him to attend to his clients. Charles picked her up and sent her home. Immediately she entered the house the faces of their maids and bodyguards brightened up seeing their beautiful madam back home and strong. Stella responded to their tons of greetings before entering her bedroom. She was done bathing and drying her hair when she heard

Is that why he's curious about who I am? But how will I find out? I didn't know who I was either. I only know who I am: Amara Brooks. What exactly am I? What...are my ties to Alpha Greyson's past?

“ I am not your property?” ***

“ I am,” ¬P-Lia¬

Was that me What have I done??

“Who’s responsible??” “I am”

Who am I? The fire had taken everything… or so I thought. If Marisol Abram was who I had been, then Isabella was a reconstruction, a borrowed life stitched from fragments of survival. I pressed my forehead to Mia’s shoulder, letting her comfort anchor me. “I… I don’t know who I am anymore.” Mia held me tighter. “You’re still you, Isa. You survived, you came back. That’s a strength. That’s who you are now. But maybe… It’s time to find the rest.”